How lofty are the woes of man,
to die
for lack of living?
Upon the joyous path of life,
to waltz,
taking and giving.
While letting all his troubles pass,
to fight
for unbound freedom.
He does forget the crux of life,
like those
who would succeed him.
What is the farmer’s reason if,
his value
is but voided?
What is order’s purpose when,
to die
cannot be thwarted?
Every person soon will pass,
despite
your greatest efforts.
If you see the end is near,
right then
what are your comforts?
You hear the voice inside your head,
It seems
To be forgiving.
“There is no meaning to our lives,
but what
we feel while living.”
